Challenge Word: Sore

A/N1: This is the sequel to "The Music Makes the Man". You don't have to read the first one to enjoy this.

A/N2: The extra challenge this week was to give a shout-out to someone in the community I don't usually talk to. Maybe it's a cop-out, but I'm gonna give a massive hug to Enkidu and Onyx for hosting this bit-o-fun every single week. You ladies ROCK!

"Rise and shine, Sammy!"

Sam moaned. Twin hazel slits peered from beneath ratty blankets. "What time is it, Dean?"

"Late." Dean gestured toward the window where light streamed through threadbare curtains.

Sam groaned louder as he sat up carefully. "Man, I am sore."

"Yeah, I bet. That spirit tossed you around pretty good. Well, shake it off, you wussy. We gotta hit the road."

Sam dragged himself out of bed, gathered his meager possessions, and headed outside... where the moon hung high in the night sky and the Impala's headlights beamed at the window.

Dean's hearty laugh proclaimed his victory.